Page 298 of End Game

“I'll miss you.” His eyes stay on mine. “Cami will miss you. Everyone will.”

My chest hurts.

“But missing you isn't the same thing as losing you.”

I swallow. “What if I end up traveling more?”

“Then we figure it out.”

“What if it's a lot?”

“Then we figure out what a lot means.”

“What if—”

“You haven't even gone once yet.”

I close my mouth.

Micah's thumb moves across my knee.

“You've turned four weeks in March into a world tour and a custody agreement.”

“I like to plan.”

“No, Ronan likes to plan. You catastrophize with enthusiasm.”

Fair.

I lean my head back against the mattress. “It feels like leaving everyone and everything.”

“It isn't.”

“Twenty-eight days.”

“You don't have to stay twenty-eight straight days.”

I look at him. “What?”

“Come home one weekend.”

My brain stalls.

Micah watches it happen. “You're allowed to get on a plane.”

“I—”

“Denver isn't on another continent.”

“No.”

“You could leave Friday night and go back Sunday.”

I stare at him. “That seems obvious now that you've said it.”

“Yes.”

“I hate you.”